I’M NOT DRUNK: The Game
The science of being drunk and high at the same time. It really depends on the order of ingestion though.
Imagine a bunch of Atomic Fireballs dropped into a bottle of whiskey.
Available in April in Oregon, Pennsylvania and Tennessee
Lately in the afternoon when I feel the onset of boredom approaching, I reach across my desk for the bottle of Brugal 1888 that sits with other the liquors I’ve accumulated during a cold winter of booze hoarding… or was that hard boozing? I open the bottle, and from the cabinet behind me take the Match italian crystal rocks glass that I bought at Freeman’s with a gift card from an ex-girlfriend who thought I needed a haircut. I showed her who’s boss. Into this glistening piece of nostalgia I pour myself about two fingers of the aged Dominican rum. By giving the alcohol time to settle and breathe, I provide myself space for some grand moments of reflection. Being of dirty mind, this usually goes dark fast and ends with a chuckle. Isn’t it always amusing that we can vividly remember our failures, but the details of being awesome are relatively hazy? As my mind returns to the glass, I do the necessary and take a first sip. Always tiny, the initial taste is just something to wet the whistle, and after 30 seconds the second sip happens, massive, almost more of a pull. With the oaky rum having sufficiently warmed my face, I move the glass back behind the keyboard and look out the window to the north, where the profile of the UN glows rosily in the falling day. It is in these moments that often I wonder whether other people take pleasure in having a drink sometimes in the late afternoon at their desk, or if they’re even allowed to. I then look back at the monitor in front of me, my monitor, and curse the fact that I’m chained to a desk and not to a bar in the Caribbean. The third sip though, takes me there, and with a warming glow I finish the day on island time.
Charles, the human hangover
And the award for country that drinks the most goes to South Korea, who as a whole average 13.7 shots of booze per week. Americans in comparison average a paltry 3.3 shots per week.
One boss in China has figured out a new way to determine how much of a year-end bonus each employee will receive. It involves drinking him under the table. An employee of the unnamed company explained that at the beginning of their year-end banquet, the man-in-charge “placed a pile of banknotes on the table before announcing workers would receive bonuses based on how much they could drink.” Now you’d think this would be weird and unfair to lightweights, however the boss explained the reasoning, and it’s more for conditioning than anything else; “much of the company’s business success was rooted in employees being able to hold their liquor with clients.” So, there you go.
Sixpoint has created something akin to a “Super-IPA.” Available this week.
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Doomed Love at the Taco Stand by Hunter S. Thompson
TIME asked HUNTER S. THOMPSON, a former copyboy here who went on to an even more exciting career as a gonzo journalist, to report from the set of the movie being made of his 1971 book, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, in which Johnny Depp plays Thompson and the author appears in a cameo role. Thompson, who this year published a volume of collected letters called The Proud Highway, ended up taking Depp’s car and checkbook on a romantic adventure. Fasten your seat belts…